Unforgiving, harsh at best,
It spites us not, nor has ire.
Its authority brushing aside plans, both pebbles and stones,
To sweep us out to sea amongst unknowns.
Where humans once built empires,
And placed pride on tallest spires,
Now ruin, debris,ground to nothing.
No solace can we find, when undone by our own hands.
Surety alone in that it is,
And not a what, who or how.
It is both philosophy and practice,
But is neither to us, who cant grasp it.
Eyeless, it seems to seek us.
Earless, it hears no tears nor triumphs.
Born from all, betwixt uncertainty and fate.
Can you hide from it, when its what your hiding in?
Author notes
Change #3.
Still doesnt cease to inspire.
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